The Tyburn Jig
The bastards came in hundreds - they flocked from all around,
They piled into those old crossroads where the Tyburn gallows stand,
They stood and watched with glee as i performed the Tyburn jig,
They gathered and they gave applause as i gargled and i kicked.
Rattling and twitching i twisted on the rope,
Feeling every inch that pinched from deaths grip on my throat
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And has society changed that much? You just have to watch tv or read the rags to realize that we as a society have a macabre interest in others downfall. I believe it is a shameful human trait
Liked this poem
Dibs
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people’s morbid interest in death and suffering is an enduring one. Curiosity is forgivable, but the pure love of spectacle that is prevalent in society today is truly abhorrent indeed. Thanks, and thank you for reading and commenting
Interesting. I like the first person perspective.
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Thank you, I felt it worked best in first person.
Thanks for taking the time to read and comment
Luke
Dibs is right,people have not changed.
I really enjoyed reading this,as it is well written
with an unusual viewpoint.Good work.
Dee.
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Thank you Dee, I was certain that first person was the way to go... I felt it carried the sentiment best. Thank you for stopping by. Luke
Well written, dark places. How mankind love to think that they have evolved.
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Indeed, not much has changed.
Thank you for the comment, much appreciated.
Ouch, that's smarts, lol. ... Well written with a, "I knew it was coming but I still wasn't sure," ending.
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